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“I’m going to do what I always do. I’ll fix this mess up.”

CHAPTER57

Rya

How dare he? Who the fuck does he think he is?

Taking me to a church and hoping I would marry him.

No is a simple word.

So what part of that word does a highly intelligent man like Crue not under-fucking-stand. I have told him several times I donotwant to get married. I don’t intend toeverget married. So what the fuck kind of stunt was that shit back there? I rip at my hair. This man is making me crazy? The frustration has boiled over into insane exasperation. I am beside myself and going out of my damn mind.

This is it.

The final straw.

Absolutely no more.

My phone pings, and I rip it out of my pocket, half expecting it to be an email from the dumbass, and for once, I might reply and give him a piece of mind.

Instead, it’s a text message from Mr. Luca.

Mr. Luca: Turn to the news right now!

My eyebrows scrunch in confusion.Not any particular channel, just any old news? I decide to turn on the television before asking for further instructions as to what channel, but there’s no need. My jaw drops in shock because I know exactly whose mansion is in flames on my screen and I raise a brow while listening.

“In recent reports,it’s thought that the fire may be linked to criminal activity associated with the most recent case involving Matteo Torrisi. It’s no secret that his father was killed a little over a year ago in a shooting with a rival gang. Now the question remains… Is this once again gang-related, or has the opposing family in the recent court decision taken matters into their own hands? Stay tuned as we investigate further.”

“What the fuck?”I say as I put my hand over my mouth.What the actual fuck?Memories of our visit there and the calculated flow of Crue’s movements flood me.He definitely had something to do with this.

My phone begins to ring, and I answer.

“Have you seen it?” Mr. Luca asks.

“I’m watching it now.”

“What happened?”

“How should I know? This is the first time I’ve seen or heard about it.”

“This isn’t good. Maybe you should lie low for a little while longer.”

“Lie low? What do you mean? I was only taking a few days off after my case,” I argue.

“I know. But this is bad and could possibly reflect back on us. Let the board handle it.”

“Handle it? But it’s my client.”

“Wasyour client,” he corrects.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” I say.

“No, but it’s called good judgment, Rya. Trust me. Think rationally. Even if it’s just a week until the media settles.”

I sigh. My phone pings. “I’ll take it under consideration. I have to go. I have another call coming through,” I lie.

I hang up on him mid-sentence, and my eyes widen at the screen. And the many zeros that have just hit my bank account. Way too many zeros. Too generous for a bonus. Like I can retire and buy this building, if not the street, and retire as well.

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